Day 62 – Accepting Defeet

Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue It’s beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?

Dear Prudence, open up your eyes
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence, won’t you open up your eyes? – John Lennon, Dear Prudence

Our feet are getting worse, and other parts of our bodies are joining the fray. Today we faced the harsh reality that we can no longer will-away or ignore the ever increasing pain.  There’s no amount of chocolate milk that can make things better right now. This morning, we made the once unthinkable call to get picked up and taken back home, where we can properly care for our bodies, ice our feet, and rest them for more than just a few days. With a sense of disappointment, but also some relief, we walked on, albeit only eight miles today.  We wanted to at least get to where the current road we were on ended.  We’re not sure why, but it felt like it would give some level of closure to an admittedly abrupt end.

Goodbye yellow brick road.

This large fish was in a drainage ditch. Does anyone know what kind it is and how it got there?

The drainage ditch.

Does anyone know what kind of egg this is?

Goodbye Friends.

A town of love. Fitting.

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